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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Blow your nose, Sneeze, Cough, Repeat.

We're sick. Not in the mental way, in the physical I feel like crap way. Asher has an eternal faucet of pure snot coming from his nose, and I can't even sleep because I feel so crappy. Just the way I wanted to start my pregnancy.

I don't know if you watch Sesame Street, but during Elmo's World he has a "friend" named Mr. Noodle. He disturbs me. I think he's a pedophile who managed to land his dream job, working in close proximity with small children and puppets. Nevertheless, I still love Sesame Street.

Adam was proud of the fact that he didn't go shopping once while we were gone, and that he only went out to eat once, and that he only needed to do one load of dishes. I guess God was sending manna or something.

Actually, there is Mr. Noodle, his brother, Mr. Noodle, and Ms. Noodle. I'm not sure of her relation, and she doesn't appear that often. They are both scary, sweaty, balding men who don't speak and communicate only with Elmo through mime, if you want to call it that. Mr. Noodle's brother (Mr. Noodle) also played the guy in The Green Mile who had the mouse Mr. Jingles. It sounds like Elmo says "Mr. Noodo", but don't be fooled, it's Noodle.